𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

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꒰ #WEEEKLY ꒱ ⊰ Hark to the Play Game : AWAKE! The winterbourne of heaven eagerly welcomes a new awakening. A quadrillion twelve-months back, in the prior days, fine dust raced into the sapphire-eyed abaft the shade of marrow. Clepe it, God's wit toss: the embodiment of mayhem and crime. Spritzler than the wind blows, meseems the cobblestone path has turned into a valley of dimness. Onboard the road, the stars throb, laden waves from the distant earth, impelling the wellsprings of grains of their dearheart.

Albeit the cosmic tidals oscillate like seething torrents; grand or havoc, nary a one can halt therefore. Befell therefore the pythoness, on the edge of earth's heaven, pleaded to Artemis to shine upon them light, to lead them away from this void. Thitherward, the Sirens' undertones from the lagoon shimmer in their light beneath their might.

The neophytes won't end the delve because Soeun's pearl-dowel, enhanced by the inklike-tam-o'-shanter, opens the hollow hatch. Sovranty, the true embodiment of rays, and dulosis of esprit de corps are the trinary things that conciliate the celestial and shall not be wrecked. Pledged and circumjacent by Zoa's keepsakes, eyne, the Neptune's wings that are on standby to come thitherward. Charting towards the waterfront, bold dauntlessness clumped along like a dainty malai on a bun. Showdown the clouds, Jaehee ought to bleep the leaden-dim-traces. Sortie's lore shall not end in vain thro' the Eden dot; it'll be illuminated by Soeun, Jaehee, and Zoa's nightgowns, who behold the muddy-dewy-ground.
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꒰ #WEEEKLY ꒱ ⊰ Hark to the Play Game : AWAKE! The winterbourne of heaven eagerly welcomes a new awakening. A quadrillion twelve-months back, in the prior days, fine dust raced into the sapphire-eyed abaft the shade of marrow. Clepe it, God's wit toss: the embodiment of mayhem and crime. Spritzler than the wind blows, meseems the cobblestone path has turned into a valley of dimness. Onboard the road, the stars throb, laden waves from the distant earth, impelling the wellsprings of grains of their dearheart.

Albeit the cosmic tidals oscillate like seething torrents; grand or havoc, nary a one can halt therefore. Befell therefore the pythoness, on the edge of earth's heaven, pleaded to Artemis to shine upon them light, to lead them away from this void. Thitherward, the Sirens' undertones from the lagoon shimmer in their light beneath their might.

The neophytes won't end the delve because Soeun's pearl-dowel, enhanced by the inklike-tam-o'-shanter, opens the hollow hatch. Sovranty, the true embodiment of rays, and dulosis of esprit de corps are the trinary things that conciliate the celestial and shall not be wrecked. Pledged and circumjacent by Zoa's keepsakes, eyne, the Neptune's wings that are on standby to come thitherward. Charting towards the waterfront, bold dauntlessness clumped along like a dainty malai on a bun. Showdown the clouds, Jaehee ought to bleep the leaden-dim-traces. Sortie's lore shall not end in vain thro' the Eden dot; it'll be illuminated by Soeun, Jaehee, and Zoa's nightgowns, who behold the muddy-dewy-ground.
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BY 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞